You were carrying an armload of ass-wipe and I was just leaving after a failed attempt to get a birthday card. It was 11:30pm and you seem to be having the same exciting Friday night I was having.
I think you smirked in my direction and when I drove by you in my Echo I chickened out and didn’t look at you. It was too dark to really see your face but you certainly walked nice.
Hope you weren’t suffering from a bad case of the runs.
Hmmm, bad pick-up line… —X
This article appears in Jul 15-21, 2010.